Saturday, October 15, 2011

Some days are just special in a family…for some reason, certain events just seem to gather on one day…

My beautiful grandmother, LaPriel was born on the 14th of October in 1912…just months after the sinking of the Titanic…

{LaPriel…just 17 years old in this beautiful photo}

Fast forward 25 years…my other grandparents, Dow and Velda, were married on that same day…

…little knowing they would share their special day with the mother of their far-in-the-future son-in-law…

Flying farther into the future…my grandfather Dow had passed away in the early ‘90’s…Velda—Grammie—didn’t like being without him, although she felt so much joy in being with the rest of her family…

{The last time we saw Grammie…May 2001. Surrounded by her beautiful great-granddaughters…just the way she liked it…}

“Why am I still here, Julie?”, she would often ask me over the phone. Firmly believing she would be with her husband again after she died, she would then ask—“Why hasn’t he come for me yet?”…and jokingly she would add… “Do you think he doesn’t love me anymore?”…and then more seriously… “Do you think he has forgotten me?”

{the newlyweds…Dow & Velda on the front porch of their first home together}

Quietly smiling to myself at my end of the phone connection, I assured her—time and time again—that my Grandad of course still loved her and would come for her at the right time…and not until then…

{I love cutting out portrait shots…makes them feel so alive to me. A copy of one of the beautiful telegrams sent for their wedding…}

A little less than two weeks after one of the most dreadful of days—September 11, 2001—my mother was with me visiting for the week. While sitting at the table crafting with me, she suddenly said, “I need to call Mom.”

They had quite a long conversation, but something didn’t seem quite right to Mom…She tried to call her back shortly after , but Grammie never answered the phone again…

A friend was called to go and check on Velda--she had had a massive stroke right after her talk with Mom—and was in a coma-like condition which she was never to come out of…

A last visit with my dear Grammie at the hospice in which she was staying…so hard to see her that way…eyes open, but she was barely there…she was waiting.

{photo taken on their 50th wedding anniversary…Velda was so proud to still fit in her beautiful wedding dress}

The day soon came. Two weeks after her stroke, Velda left us. A very special day, indeed—October 14th. Her anniversary day.

I just knew that her sweetheart would come for her when the time was right.

Late that same day, my daughter Sarah, then just 6 years old, drew a beautiful picture….a long table with many place settings ready for a feast…standing in the center was a very special couple—Dow and Velda—side by side.

I asked Sarah what the picture was about…”It’s their anniversary party in Heaven!”, she said, very matter-of-factly to me…

Of course it was. Some days in a family are just more special than others…

Just before he gets to his house, he sees them--a few neighborhood bullies--standing between him and home…

Knowing he doesn’t have far to run—and perhaps feeling a little bit braver that day—he taunts the bullies…just a little bit…thinking he might just be a little bit faster than them today…

He runs—and they run—faster and faster…

…as he gets near the front yard gate, they’ve gained on him…”I’m a goner!”, he thinks to himself as he reaches his hand for the latch on the gate…

{a few perfectly colored vintage buttons and some “Linen” Tinted Tape help to finish off the vintage look here…}

Seemingly out of nowhere, his big brother appears—opens the gate to let him through—then stands there in the gate opening…arms crossed…daring those bullies to get past him to his little brother…

…they didn’t dare.

My father has told me this story many times, and I never tire of hearing it…especially when accompanied by the little boy twinkle in his eye as he remembers… and thinks of his big brother that saved his skin that day…

{I love this photo of my father with his big brother, Grant and beautiful mother, LaPriel…}

A new page made this weekend for my heritage album...

I love these new papers and images from Vintage Street Market…they make it so easy to re-create a little boy’s long-ago memory…

Welcome! I'm Julie...I've been married for 26 years to a wonderful man who supports everything I do. I have three beautiful, very loving daughters who, thank heavens, love what I love and enjoy what I do. I live in beautiful central California near the coast--can it get better than that? I love junkin' on Saturday mornings with my daughters, all kinds of crafting--vintage-style especially, art journaling, reading, British period movies, family history, being with my extended family & friends. So many things to love!